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The Ballad of Mona Lisa (live in Madison)

She paints her fingers with a close precision

He starts to notice empty bottles of gin

And takes a moment to assess the sin

She's paid forA lonely speaker in a conversation

Her words are swimming through his ears again

There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid forSay what you mean

Tell me I'm right

And let the sun rain down on me

Give me a sign

I want to believeWoah, Mona Lisa,

You're guaranteed to run this town

Woah, Mona Lisa,

I'd pay to see you frownHe senses something, call it desperation

Another dollar, another day

And if she had the proper words to say,

She would tell him

But she'd have nothing left to sell himSay what you mean

Tell me I'm right

And let the sun rain down on me

Give me a sign

I want to believeWoah, Mona Lisa,

You're guaranteed to run this town

Woah, Mona Lisa,

I'd pay to see you frownMona Lisa, yeah

Pleased to please you

Mona LisaSay what you mean

Tell me I'm right

And let the sun rain down on me

Give me a sign

I want to believeWoah, Mona Lisa,

You're guaranteed to run this town

Woah, Mona Lisa,

I'd pay to see you frownSay what you mean

Tell me I'm right

And let the sun rain down on me

Give me a sign

I want to believeThere's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

Songwriters

BRENDON URIE, BUTCH WALKER, JOHN FELDMANN, SPENCER SMITHPublished by

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